"Guys, I think the kid's chicken."

"N-Nuh uh, I'm not, I just..."

"Oh, he's totally chicken. It's all over his face."

"...Yeah, definitely chicken. A little pussy, even."

"Ooooooh."

Of all the people that Arata expected to have his back, it was his older brother, Yuto. Yet, seeing the way the older black and brown Shiba Inu looked at him, the way he joined in on the jeering before averting his gaze, made the younger pup feel small. It wasn't entirely his decision to go out with his older brother and his teenage friends to the funfair, but Arata didn't have a lot of friends, and the ones he did have were busy that night. His parents had forced it, and he was trying to make the most of it-- as best as a 10-year-old can, anyhow.

The night had started off fine; Arata had been itching to go to the funfair in town all week. They came in on trucks and set up at the local park, and around Halloween, it was probably their biggest show, with rides, games to win prizes, and just generally fun activities. They also tended to have people walking around in costume to scare people who attended-- Arata went last year just a few days before the 31st and got a picture taken with a particularly scary, blood-soaked clown. He still has the picture somewhere in his room, too, so he was hoping this year would be just as fun...except it wasn't, really. Yuto's friends were nice enough at first, but Arata knew they could be mean, and eventually, they started to tease him. He was 5 years younger than his older brother, and could still easily be scared by stuff...Yuto very quickly let slip that the pup was nervous about going into the 'haunted house'-- though it was a stretch to call it a house, since it was just a linear twisting corridor atop the back of a truck bed.

"I'm not a chicken, I just don't wanna go in." Arata did his best to put on a brave face, but their teasing was making his eyes water, and in turn his short muzzle scrunched up as he tried not to cry. His expression only made them giggle harder, which in turn made him want to cry more. He grabbed the front of his hoodie and pulled it up and over his muzzle to try and cover himself, but it didn't do much to stop him from looking weak. He wanted to be cool like them, of course, but no amount of effort he put in seemed to help. Yuto's silence as he got upset made it worse, and most of the teenager's antics were drowned out by the thumping music and chatter of other fair-goers.

"Fine, we'll stop calling you a chicken..." One of them remarked, a hyena with a shit-eating grin. "...If you go into the haunted house and come out the other side without pissing your little pants."

"I-I've never peed my pants! Not once! I can...I can do it..." He turned to look at the haunted house, dubbed as the 'Maze of Horrors' at the top. Despite the name, the exterior was made to look like a house; it had windows, a balcony, even something resembling a roof, as well as two doors, one on either side of the 'front', with one being the entrance and another being the exit. It was even painted to look like a house, but most of the fake brickwork was covered up by crude, hand-drawn and hand-painted pictures of horrific characters, some of them downright terrifying to the Shiba Inu, and others comically bad to the point where they don't look like what they're meant to resemble. It was hard for Arata to keep his eyes on it-- one particular picture of what looked like some kind of manic monkey terrified him.

"Yuto. Go pay for his entry."

"The fuck? Why me? You're the guys who wanna put him there.."

"Because he's your brother, fuckin' duh. C'mon, it's not much. Like what, 3 bucks? You can't afford 3 bucks?"

"...Ugh." He heard his brother's complaint, but Arata kept himself into his hoodie, up until he felt a hand on his shoulder, grabbing around his top and pulling him along. Getting yanked so forcefully made the Shiva Inu stick out his head from his top, and he followed along dutifully, struggling to keep up a little. It was clear his brother was in a bad mood, but he tried not to think too much about it; it was neither of their faults. Yuto pulled him over to a small stall sitting in front of the 'house', and he placed some dollar bills on the table, before turning Arata to the entrance.

"Look," He began under his breath. "Just...be chill, and my friends will back off, okay? I'm trying to fit in here."

"B-But Yuto..." Arata tried to complain, but it was clear his brother wasn't going to take no for an answer. He pushed him forward, and the younger Shiba Inu stumbled toward the stairs leading up to the entrance, feeling a flush of embarrassment wash over him as he raised his head to see strangers, adults and cubs, staring at him in confusion-- he was blocking the stairs.

"Just head on up, kid," A hand touched his shoulder, and Arata turned his head to see the man running the stall, a slime feline with a kind smile. "You'll be okay, don't worry! It's just a bit of fun." 

His young muzzle twisted in unease, but with more people encouraging him, he couldn't say no. With shaky hands, he pulled himself up and slowly ascended the steps, balling his hands into fists as he met with the dark threshold of the corridor beyond. He couldn't even properly see inside, but people were already starting to line up behind him. Just as he wanted to, he couldn't wait, even for a little bit. He stepped inside and squeaked with terror as it felt like most of the sound from the outside world went completely silent, leaving him with nothing but a crude mixture of eerie sound effects intermingled with the quiet thumping of music in the background.

Arata realised quite quickly that it wasn't as dark as he thought, the bright lights outside simply made it hard to see. His eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness and he spotted a light just ahead of him, on the left-hand side, indicating some sort of turn...and as he approached, that was confirmed. He looked down the corridor to find no discernable features, and unease crossed his face as a couple of kids scooted past him, annoyed at how long he was taking, followed by a couple of adults who seemed to be chasing after them. Arata watched them from down and hall and winced as they openly jumped at something to their left about a third of the way down, before they laughed and carried onwards, talking loudly amongst themselves. Arata was scared to even follow them.

For a while he just stood there, watching tentatively as people came in and walked past, some of them giving him weird looks; they couldn't understand why he was so spooked. It's not like he wanted to be scared, but seeing groups upon groups of people jump every time they passed by some unknown section on the left, where he couldn't see from where he stood. The fear of what lay beyond clung to him, but he knew he couldn't stay there forever, not with Yuto and his friends waiting. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, his legs trembling with fear as he made his way down the corridor. No one came to intercept him or walk by him, leaving him with nothing but the anticipation of what was to come.

He could see it up ahead; even in the dark, his eyes could make out some turning on the left, and he did his best to steel himself as he made it to the lip of the turn, where the slim, narrow corridor led beyond ahead of him. He peeked around the corner and couldn't see anything within the darkness, and with a nervous gulp he stepped forward, hoping that it was nothing and he might just be able to pass-- he was naive to think that. From the darkness came a flash of red light, and 8 beady eyes stared right at him as flashing white lights illuminated the outline of a large spider. Anyone older than the Shiba Inu's age would have immediately recognised that it was fake, but the dim lighting, the flashing lights, and the way the spider lurched toward him with bright glowing eyes struck pure and utter terror into the cub's body. His legs moved on their own.

Everything was a blur for a moment as Arata barrelled his way down the corridor and through and haunted house, forcing himself past people who cried out in surprise as he stumbled and staggered, panic forcing his body to move. He couldn't make out anything in the terror in which he ran, and didn't truly pay attention to anyone, either; all he could think was that he wanted to run, to get out of here, to go home. Those words cycled in his mind over and over as he bumped into walls, unable to find where he was going, his heart hammering in his chest as his breath became pitched and shallow. He felt like his vision was narrowing, but his brain didn't give him time to process it.

Suddenly, there was a lurch; a hand grabbed his arm, and pulled him to the side, and the boy let out a cry as he was dragged into a narrow corridor, much like the one that had scared him before. His noises were cut off as a hand covered his mouth, and he felt the mass of an arm wrapping around his stomach. He flailed, naturally-- he felt as though he were being attacked-- but his limbs didn't connect with anything but the walls, and they were surprisingly sturdy.

"Shhh...there, there, just calm down." A quiet, but distinctly masculine voice, deep and rich, spoke into his ear. A shudder rolled through the cub with how close that voice was, but his flailing stopped at the stranger's command. He huffed and panted against the hand covering his mouth, his eyes wild and searching, and he tried to raise his head to see who was above him.

"Ah-ah. Don't look," The person insisted, using their hand on his muzzle to force him back down. "Just take a deep breath. Eyes straight forward. Focus on your breathing...in...and out..."

Arata had no reason but to do as he was told, and he sucked in a breath through his nostrils as he felt his body being pulled backwards. His feet met the floor and he stepped along with the movements, watching as the darkness and the laughter and screeches of those in the main area of the haunted corridors receded. He didn't know where he was being taken, but it was a little out of sight-- far enough away that no one could see him, but close enough that he could still make them out. Someone looked down the corridor and squinted, and Arata wondered if he could be seen-- but suddenly, a flap opened up on the side of the corridor and there was an almighty, horrific scream, followed by a culmination of flashing lights. The person who had been looking seemed to scream back, followed up by laughter from several others. Arata didn't quite understand, his young mind unable to put two and two together...but now that he'd stopped running, he began to calm.

"There's a good boy. Just take a deep breath and relax, that's it..." The person murmured, their arm squeezing around his body before sliding-- Arata's sure he could feel fingers pressing to the front of his hoodie. At first, Arata thought it was a soothing touch, and he found himself relaxing just a little more...but it inevitably began to make him feel uneasy.

"That's it...all better now?" The stranger asked. "Can't have you barging into everyone and causing trouble. You sure are a scaredy pup, aren't you?"

Arata wanted to complain and whine, but the hand over his mouth was doing a good job of quietening most of his whimpers, to the point where no one could really hear him, and he could barely pick up the sounds himself-- not that he was paying attention to whether he could be heard or not, for most of his focus was on that hand scratching at his stomach. Those fingers dragged deliberately and pressed against his stomach in a way that made it seem like his belly was being rubbed, but the touch felt weirdly strange to the boy, and he felt like no one other than his parents should be touching him like that. The adrenaline pumping through his system started to fade, but alongside it came a creeping fear and uneasiness that settled into him much more than the terror that had gripped him before.

The pup tried to speak around the hand, but their grip only tightened a little more, causing Arata to reach up and put a hand on the person's forearm. He could feel fur against his fingers, though it didn't mean much to him, and he gripped tightly with both hands, hoping he might be able to wrestle the arm away. At the same time, he felt that hand on his stomach travelling lower, grazing around the hem of his hoodie, where the boy had only a shirt on underneath. The digits lifted the bottom of his top and Arata felt fingers dance across the fluff of his stomach fur and puppy fat. He knew that he shouldn't be touched there, and it felt stranger because he couldn't see the person's face-- all he knew was their voice, deep and masculine.

A whimpering protest came from his muzzle, quiet and strained by his clamped muzzle, and he squirmed uncomfortably as he felt the hand run up his stomach, though it didn't reach his chest. Arata was a little chubby, but part of that was because he was so young; Shiba Inus, especially, tended to be a little stumpy until they reached their teenage years, and the pup was no exception to that rule. The hand drifted lover after a few moments, and Arata felt a resonating rumble come from the stranger as clawtips traced against the flesh just above the hem of the boy's sweatpants-- his parents had insisted on thicker clothing to insulate from the cold, but Arata was a little rebellious sometimes. He was beginning to regret not picking something else now, however, as those adult fingers easily snuck in under the waistband of his pants, as well as his underwear too, touching places no one should have gone at his age.

"Ooh, that's the stuff..." The man's words were quiet and sultry, dripping with subtle enthusiasm as they delved their hand with more gusto, rummaging around against the top of the Shiba Inu's pelvis until their digits inevitably sank lower, cupping around the warmth of the 10-year-old's young package. The boy winced, sucking in a breath, and grunted again against that gripping hand as he wriggled-- it felt strange, in a way he didn't particularly like. His hands tightened their grip on the stranger's forearm, pulling as hard as he could, but he wasn't able to get it away. He then tried to move his body, but the man seemed to sense his plan, and bent forward in a way that allowed his elbow and upper arm to pivot slightly, his hand anchored to the cub's crotch-- it managed to keep the pup close.

"Hey, hey, where're you going? We're just having a little fun, helping you calm down...it feels good, right?" The stranger's words were dripped with honey, and Arata might have been susceptible in other circumstances, were it not for the occasional jarring flash of lights and the screams of those directly in front of him, so threateningly close. If he were able to call to them, they might be inclined to look past the mechanism that the man occasionally seemed to activate to keep them at bay...but would they even listen?

Those fingers rolled around his package, jiggling his tiny coin purse nuts and trailing up to the small, humanoid-shaped member that sat leisurely atop them. Tingles of an unfamiliar sensation danced up the boy's spine, reminding him of the kind of feeling he'd get crawling into bed when he was really tired, or when his dad scratched that part on the back of his neck. The digits fumbled around his tiny length as if the stranger were trying to encourage something, but all it did was make the boy feel uneasy. He remembered the kind of talks he'd gotten from his mom about avoiding dangerous people, and he felt like this person was one of them. Arata couldn't put his finger on why, but he just felt it.

"Mmh, come on..." The stranger mumbled behind him in what sounded like frustration, and his fingers continued to jiggle the package, trying to stimulate something that didn't seem to happen, no matter how hard he tried. Getting fumbled and groped like that didn't exactly make Arata feel good, either; a pit of tension was forming in his stomach that made him squirm in the stranger's grip, feeling every groove of those digits passing over the intimate parts of his loins. The man grunted as his hand started to withdraw, tugging upward until his fingers passed the boy's sweatpants-- but he wasn't pulling out completely, but instead making room for himself; he grabbed the side of Arata's pants and easily pulled them down on one end, the tension forcing the other side to buckle along with it. They dropped to his knees and easily passed them towards his ankles, for the boy didn't react in time to bow his legs out and keep them up. A flush of embarrassment rushed across the boy's face when he realised that it wasn't just his sweatpants, but also his underwear; the man had forced them both down in one well swoop.

"Fuck, you're cute," The stranger mumbled, and for a moment his hand stayed around the boy's thigh, stroking against his black and tan fur. "Just keep nice and still for me, pup..."

A turgid mass pressed against the boy's bare behind, and Arata stiffened, feeling it smear and probe against his cheeks, trying to force its way between his flesh. He grunted, clenching his body tight, as the grip around his muzzle strengthened, as too did the pup's hands on the stranger's forearm. The man's other hand palmed up his thigh to his hip and retreated, disappearing behind him-- Arata was sure of it due to the way his foreskin brushed against the cub's hoodie. The 10-year-old squirmed again and arched his back as he felt that mass trying to force its way against him again, and for a moment Arata put up a good resistance, his mind whirling with confusion and unease, before his muscles started to unclench-- he could only keep it up for so long. The thickness of that mass shoved between his flesh and pressed up against a spot that no one should ever touch, and when it pressed, he clenched harder, straining and groaning his protest against the man's muzzle. There was another flash in front of him as the stranger triggered the 'scare' again, and it blinded Arata for a moment with how bright it was.

He could feel the stranger keep trying to push into his butt, and he instinctively knew he didn't want anything in there-- he'd never even been touched this way before. It was a fight just to resist his advance, and his body wriggled as he tried to tug his head out of the stranger's grip, his feet tangled in his pants, his squirming inevitably managing to slip his ankles free. All that squeezing of his muscles was tiring, but he desperately tried to endure as the man kept pushing until, with a groan of frustration, the mass seemed to slip free, perhaps because it had started to bend. The tip of it roughly rubbed along the boy's tail and pushed against the back of his little ball pouch, slipping between his slightly chubby inner thighs and brushing against the fur. Arata instinctively spread his legs apart to avoid it, but that invited further temptation from the man behind him; a shiver ran up the cub's spine as he felt digits flex between his cheeks and drag up against the button of his behind, feeling around his hole.

"Mmh...too tight, I guess," The stranger murmured. "We can do something else, pup-- some other lucky guy will have to break you in another time."

His hand withdrew, and relief washed over the boy's body, before it was quickly replaced by apprehension as an arm wrapped around his front again, this time significantly lower. Instead of cupping around his stomach, he bunched his arm and hand around the boy's legs, snapping them together, and that thick turgid mass became sandwiched between his boyish legs, puppy fat moulding around the shape of whatever that object was-- Arata was too naive, too innocent to realise it was the man's cock. To him, it was just wet and sticky and felt straight on his skin. The length of it rubbed and nudged back and forth between his thighs, and despite the man's firm grip on his muzzle and body, he trembled with what Arata incorrectly perceived as exertion, but was something else entirely.

The stranger mumbled something that the Shiba Inu couldn't make out, and that turgid mass started to rock and pump against the cub's thighs, thrusting between his slightly chubby legs as he began to move at a moderate, fervent pace. His grip loosened ever so slightly on Arata's muzzle and the Shiba Inu tried to whimper from the gap he had, hoping to make a noise loud enough to call out to someone, but the stranger saw through his act and quickly tightened his grip, once again stepping on the trap to keep people away. Amongst the screams and laughter, Arata heard the slick, wet noises of that thing moving between his legs, plunging and thrusting lewdly to the point where the cub's legs were moist with liquid, his fur matting from the rigorous movements.

"Fuck, that's it, that's...keep squeezing..." He urged, but it wasn't as if the Shiba Inu was actually doing anything himself; the man's firm grip on his legs, pushing his thighs together, was doing most of the work. It was the way in which he shuddered and pushed that the cub largely didn't understand, but he knew that it was something he shouldn't be witnessing-- the way he was groaning into the pup's ear, the way in which he grasped greedily at his young flesh...it all felt wrong.

The man's movements seemed to reach some kind of peak, for he didn't slow down nor speed up, and he panted heavily in the boy's ear, huffing and breathing hot air against Arata's inner ear flesh until the stranger suddenly gasped, grunting as he pushed forward. His eager movements were suddenly way wetter than they were before, and with each tug back, now slow and purposed, smearing a warm trickling ooze of liquid on the boy's legs that made him shudder and try to squirm his limbs apart-- though, such an act was futile thanks to those gripping hands.

"Mmh, good boy..." The stranger muttered in his ear, his breathing beginning to slow, becoming heavy and tired. "You're so cute..."

The man's hand dragged from his legs up toward the boy's stomach and Arata tensed when he felt the palm rub loosely over his crotch, settling around his stomach and sneaking under his hoodie again. A wetness touched with his neck and he instinctively knew he was being licked and toyed with, and discomfort swelled within him again. With the hand off his legs, though, he spread the limbs apart and the stickiness of that mass left him, but the sensation did not; he could feel how wet his legs were, and it bothered him-- he didn't know what it was.

"Shame I couldn't break you in..." The man growled. "But that's okay, I had fun. Now, I'm going to let you go...if you scream, I'll pull you right back in. You just pull up your pants and go finish the ride, okay?"

Every fibre in him told him to tell an adult as soon as he left, but for the time being he complied. He bent over and fumbled in the dark for his clothes, feeling the man's hands grabbing at his ass and greedily squeezing handfuls of his plump cheeks as the cub squirmed, eventually meeting digits with what felt like his sweatpants. He stepped into them, finding his underwear thankfully along with them, and with a shudder or displeasure, he tugged them up. The warmth of that liquid seeped against his inner thighs and immediately dampened his sweatpants on the inside-- it was going to be gross to clean later. When he tugged his pants up all the way, the stranger's hands withdrew, thankfully. Arata thought it might be a good time to turn around, but he didn't get a chance; a pair of hands on his back pushed him forward.

"Go on, now." The stranger's voice urged, and the Shiba Inu stumbled as he was pushed again, before he tried to turn around. However, when he looked into the darkness behind him, there was no one there. He couldn't make out the silhouette of a form, nor any hands, nor could he even hear the sound of breathing. It was like a ghost had come, molested him, and left.

Despite his fear, he wanted to step into the dark and see if he could find him, so he could look at his face, and know who it was. Before he could, however, he felt a hand on his arm, tugging him back. He stumbled the first few steps and whirled his head around to see an adult gentleman with a gruff feline face and hard eyes, and Arata turned back to the corridor to see if he could see anyway. He opened his mouth to speak, but his words were quickly silenced by a cacophony of flashing lights and fake screams, as the puppet of some bloodied, deformed creature jiggled in front of him, attached to string. He squinted his eyes shut from the blinding light as that hand continued to pull him, until he came to a stop.

"You weren't supposed to be back there. The exit is..." The feline spoke, his voice distinctly different from the stranger, and Arata looked up at him, rubbing his eyes. "...Where're your parents?"

"M-My brother's outside, but..." He began, but the feline didn't want to hear him. He tugged him down the corridor, briefly apologising to those he passed as he pulled Arata along. His grip was too firm and rough and it made the boy's wrist hurt, but he dutifully followed, part of him hoping he might be getting some kind of help. They walked for only a minute or so before Arata saw a light at the end of the hallway, after they had passed several attractions and things that, in any other instance, Arata would have been terrified by, but instead all he did was occasionally jump. At the end of the path, they took a left turn and entered a small chamber, with bright lights above and a door leading out to metal steps and the grass beyond-- the exit.

"Head out there, find your brother." The feline said bluntly, and Arata tried to speak and say something, to talk about the stranger that had toyed with him and touched him in places he shouldn't have, but the feline didn't bother to wait and listen. Instead, he turned and pulled open a door that Arata would have otherwise not noticed; it was sleek and black and moulded perfectly to the dark wall. It shut behind him, and Arata was left alone.

People started to whisper as they passed him, and the Shiba Inu didn't understand why at first, until he heard one of them giggle about him peeing his pants. He looked down, and sure enough, his sweatpants were so damp that it looked like he had. Embarrassment flushed his face as he tugged down his hoodie, and did the only thing he could think to do; he descended the steps and headed outside.

Yuto and his friends were waiting a lot closer than he anticipated; they were practically near the entrance, and when his eyes met theirs, he could tell that Yuto looked worried, whilst the others grew bored. Once their eyes snapped down, however, all hell broke loose.

"Holy shit, your brother pissed his pants!" One of them laughed, and the others joined in, giggling up a storm as Arata lowered his eyes and tugged his hoodie down further. He inevitably raised his head to look up at Yuto, but his older brother's expression told him all he needed to know; he was disappointed, and grossed out. His muzzle was stretched into a sneer and his eyes were squinted.

"Y-Yuto, there was, there was a--"

"You're gross, Arata," Yuto muttered darkly. "Did you really piss your pants? Ew."

"No, I didn't! There was..." He trailed off when Yuto looked away from him. The pup's ears folded down and Yuto grimaced, looking back at him for just a moment before he turned to his friends.

"I have to take him home. My mom's gonna flip out if I let him keep walking around like that." Yuto grumbled to them, and despite their laughter, they seemed to agree, albeit with some annoyance. Arata just looked down at the floor; he tried so badly to tell them, but no one would listen to him. Not the feline, not even his own brother...would his parents listen if he told them? It was hard to say. In the end, all he could do was say nothing as Yuto mumbled something to him and grabbed him by the shoulder, yanking him roughly along. They made their way back through the fairgrounds as Yuto's friends left them behind to go and continue their fun activities. Arata could tell his brother was mad. He had no doubt the older boy wouldn't speak to him for a while after this.

The cub lifted his head and looked back, his eyes searching. Somewhere at the back of the truck, he saw a figure, but he couldn't make out of any of their features. He'd never know who it was who did that stuff to him, nor would he ever tell a soul.